Fighting Cancer

Every day I am fighting cancer I'm stronger then it and can process faster.  It's funny to me how it works but I am going to show it defeat.  It can knock me down and hurt me but I will always be standing on both of my feet.

I can live with it or without it. It doesn't matter to me.  Hopes and dreams, sun's and breeze, night and day laugh with play I can live for another day.  I can show cancer I will be a winner, so it better out of my way.  Because I am going to be the one to be fantastic, just like a beautiful sunny day.

I feel sick and my bones feel weak as sticks.  But my heart is nice and strong like a stone, I have a family that loves me at home, so I know I am not alone through the struggle I am facing.  I am fighting cancer and it is kind of risky.  But I will win this fight and I will be able to sleep in peace and silence tonight.

It's a challenge though I guess it's just hard times in Idaho or all the world and that's intense.  This cancer thing just makes no sense.  But I can be stronger and get along and hopefully live longer. This is my story and hopefully it doesn't end out wrong.  And thanks to those who show me love.

I have a dream but every day that I breath it seems to extreme.  I have courage, power, and one day I will rise higher than a tower.  I am just a little girl who is whiter and more precious than a real pearl.  I am fighting cancer and I am trying to run faster so I can win and have cancer lost in the wind.  This is my dream and hopefully I will win. . . 


"This is a poem for a special friend of mine and her daughter has cancer God bless her and save her"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Allison Avatar
April 9, 2015 at 1:49 AM
A beautiful tribute I hope you prayers are answered and she is cured - cancer touches all our lives wither directly or indirectly - if it wasn't for my husband's cancer surgery I would never have started writing! Hugs jan xx 7 xx
Reyes Avatar
April 21, 2015 at 9:19 AM
thank you
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